And be pregnant when we arrive!
Remember how I had a chemical pregnancy last month? Well, the nurse advised that maybe we take a cycle off, but, we sort of didn’t. I mean, I really wouldn’t have known all that to be any different from a regular period had I not tested early, and I just didn’t see the point of waiting. That being said, we didn’t “try”, but I can’t say that we prevented, if that makes sense.
I really didn’t think it would happen again right away, but ultimately I’m glad it did, and very thankful. Yes, even if that meant being nearly 6 weeks pregnant when we boarded a plane to the land of all things WINE. (And yes, I did drink a bit while we were there… shared a few tastings, a 1/2 glass a couple nights with dinner… an amount Scott and I were both comfortable with).
I got a positive test a week and a half before we left, and it has been SO HARD to keep it from you all! Sorry for all the pointless posts around here lately and the radio silence on Twitter. Every single thing that’s running through my mind has to do with pregnancy, pregnancy with a toddler, morning sickness, exhaustion, my INSANE sense of smell, and anything else that would blow my cover. Since this blog is now read by just about everyone close to us on this side of the computer screen, I had to make sure some found out from us and not this blog, and I didn’t want to jump the gun with that, either.
It’s still pretty early, but I’m only allowing myself to think positive thoughts and embrace this pregnancy. I’m trying not to worry away the first 1/2 like I did last time around. As of today, I’m 7 weeks and feeling VERY pregnant. This whole first trimester thing with a toddler is going to be really interesting. I thought I would just have the TV babysit him for me while I lay on the couch and nibble on crackers until I read this guilt trip. Guess I need to get to work training the dogs to entertain, or just come to terms with the fact that he might be socially awkward in the future.
I’m due, based on my own calculations, around December 22nd, making this kid doubly prone for therapy at a later date. Not only will he/she have to survive the trauma of having a birthday so close to Christmas, which I’m told can be devastating, but if we have 3 like we plan, he/she will be the middle child. That, according to my sister circa age 16, is just about the worst thing you can ever to do a child ever, ever, ever. (She’s totally normal now. Love you, Kelly!)
WHEW! It feels SO good to get that out.
I promise to work on the Sonoma vacay recap soon, now that you all will understand why we didn’t hit up a hundred wineries and instead pigged out the entire time.
7 weeks pregnant